“And who was mixed up in the murder of Doctor John Waring?” cried Morton, exasperated beyond all caution by the ironic tone of Lockwood. “And, unless you can explain some matters, sir, you may be considered mixed in the same despicable deed!” “What matters?” Gordon Lockwood asked, but his already pale face turned a shade whiter. “First, sir, you have a large number of unpaid bills in your possession.” The secretary’s face was no longer white. The angry blood flew to it, and he fairly clenched his hands in an effort to preserve his usual calm, nor even then, could he entirely succeed. “What if I have?” he cried, “and how do you know? You’ve searched my rooms!” “Certainly,” said Morton, “I warned you I should do so.” “But, in my absence!” “The law is not always over ceremonious.” “Now, Mr. Lockwood,” Cray began, “don’t get excited.” Gordon Lockwood almost laughed. For him to be told not to get excited! He, who never allowed himself to be even slightly ruffled or perturbed! This would never do! “I’m not excited, Mr. Cray,” he said, and he wasn’t, now, “but I am annoyed that my private papers should be searched without my knowledge. Surely I might—” “Never mind the amenities of life, Mr. Lockwood,” Cray went on; “your effects were searched on the authority of a police warrant. Now, regarding these bills—” “I have nothing to say. A man has a right to his unpaid bills.” “But he has not a right to steal five hundred dollars in cash and a ruby pin, in order to be able to pay them!” This from Morton, and instead of replying to the detective in any way, Lockwood ignored the speech utterly, quite as if he had not heard it, and addressed Cray. “Was anything further found to incriminate me?” he asked. “Was there anything else to be found?” said Cray, catching at the implied suggestion. “That’s for your sleuths to say. I know of nothing.” “Well, there’s your round, sharp penholder. And the fact that you had keys to all desk drawers. Also the fact that only you and the Jap are known to have been in that part of the house that night. These things were not learned from the search of your rooms; but your pecuniary embarrassment, which was discovered, all go together to make a web of circumstances that call for investigation.” “Don’t beat about the bush!” exclaimed Lockwood, his lips set, and his eyes staring coldly at the District Attorney. “I’d far rather be accused definitely than have it hinted that I am responsible for this crime.” “But we haven’t sufficient evidence, Mr. Lockwood, to accuse you definitely, that’s why we must question you.” “Sufficient! You haven’t any evidence at all!” “Oh, we have some.” With a turn of his head, Cray summoned a man who stood at the hall door. The man came in, and handed Cray a report.